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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 17:26:07 GMT -5
Dammit. He was going to fight her.
Throwing herself into the motion, she rolled and was on her feet again. They faced one another, a good few yards between them.
One hand spring later the distance was closed. She threw a kick, and another, both dodged, then caught him square in the face with her fist.
Something lurched in her heart. But just as it had with Pyro, hurt turned to anger.
So she spun once more to kick him in the chest.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 17, 2006 17:31:15 GMT -5
Piotr had caught up to the escaping Mystique and drew to a halt as the fight kicked off. He would hold back - for now. He was still, in his own mind, a junior X-Man and Nightcrawler was by far and away his superior in that sense. He knew that the other mutant could certainly hold his own in a fight and his big, lumbering rather 'solid' approach to fighting might not be appreciated at this point.
Besides...
Sibyl?
He was still terribly confused.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 17, 2006 17:33:21 GMT -5
Kurt barely had time to react as Mystique vaulted up to him. He managed to dodge two subsequent moves, but she was fast - every bit as fast as him - and he wasn't surprised when a punch landed on his nose. He could feel the blood start to run, but there wasn't time to worry about that now, because her foot was heading directly for his chest.
It was definitely time to fight back.
Spinning to one side, Kurt's arms darted out and caught her leg in a firm grip, not pausing at all before he pulled and dropped down, spinning to kick her other leg out from under her as she was off balance. His tail wrapped around her neck, pulling her down forcefully, and he balanced on his hands, one foot sailing up to thud into her stomach.
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Post by mystique on Sept 17, 2006 17:44:27 GMT -5
Catching herself with a hand to the ground, the wind sucked out of her lungs with the kick- and had a hard time returning as his tail tightened around her throat from the motion.
Gasping hard, Mystique panicked.
Planting one foot on the ground, she yanked with both hands on his tail, throwing Kurt off balance. Using the momentum to stand, she brought her foot up and cracked it across his face.
Jerking her neck free, she kept ahold of his tail, using his temporary daze to keep Kurt facing partially away from her. With all her strength she connected her elbow to his temple once, twice, three times.
Kurt dropped to the ground, as far as she could tell unconscious.
Her golden eyes flashed back at Piotr, who stood there mostly stunned. She looked down at Kurt, knelt, and turned his face up towards the evening sky.
Still breathing... good. Her thumb traced his cheekbone.
Not wanting to wait until he regained consciousness, she ran to the gate and jumped, catching her hand on a gathering of ivy and using it to launch her over the side.
Her feet took her as fast as they could to the cab waiting at the end of the drive.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 17, 2006 17:47:57 GMT -5
As soon as Kurt dropped, Piotr was sparked back into action - although still he hesitated. When Mystique looked up at him, he looked right back at her.
How long? he asked, silently. How often were you her? WHEN were you her? Does she love me? Did I fall in love with her? Or with you?
The thought was too much to deal with and he averted his eyes, dropping to his knees at Kurt's side to check that his superior was not too badly injured. Let the blue bitch go. There would be other opportunities - of that he felt sure.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Sept 18, 2006 14:10:12 GMT -5
Kurt slowly blinked and groaned, slowly lifting his hand to his temple. His head throbbed, his tail stung, his ribs ached...
Well, at least he hadn't been shot this time.
And he was only bleeding from his nose.
Shifting painfull to his feet, he patted Peter on the shoulder and limped off towards the mansion.
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Post by tingrin on Sept 18, 2006 15:29:29 GMT -5
Piotr stood, watching Kurt anxiously to ensure that he was capable of walking without help, then remembered he could probably just teleport anyway if he needed to. Then he looked the other way, in the direction that Mystique had gone.
He stood there, as though frozen, for some time, clearly deeply lost in thought, before he set his shoulders squarely and began to head back into the mansion. There was someone he needed to talk to and the thought was filling him with a sort of cold dread.
How quickly, he thought as he made his way across the front of the Institute. How quickly everything can change.
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